Epmd - They Tell Me lyrics

rate me

Yeah

Something has to be said

Uh

Somebody tell me something

What's up?

That it's on right now and we about to let off

And that the industry is sleepin and HipHop is soft

EPMD is the boss like Rick Ross

We don't knock or ring or else we kick down the door with force

Bust you down, leave a sign on you that say you lost

Game over, no more quaters, plus the machine is broke

Money don't really remember nothing, all he has seen is smoke

No witness, no statement, no case

Incorporate you eat cheese, then you get a raise

Rubbed out return to the earth

Six feet deep in the dirt

With the snakes and maggots cause you got murked

Yeah, and they keep telling me that

You're only as good as your last record

And if I was to do something now they wouldn't second

Hardcore respect it and that is enough

You got more props then call your bluff

Same thing happend to Marry and Mariah

They both came back with fire, fuck retiring

I got belts around my waist

You keep holding your pants up

Homeboy male up!

That's your opinion, cause you're not feeling it

How you know they're hot the fans not hearing it

The record pins steering it in one direction

You, there is some music in the real niggas section

That EPMD is a corporation it's not it's the group

And that they always stack paper so put up your loot

Ghetto celebs that's why niggaz salute

Orange juice and grey goose

We dramatic backwards now that P is loose

Me and E is back for the kill, no troops

That's why we spit the real in the vocal booth

Yeah so called gangster and you ain't even hard

So called boxer and you ain't even sport

When them ribber hit you got punked in the yard

You said you got shot and you ain't even scarred

But they belive this and you keep betraying them

You are a bitch and I'm not the only one saying it

Now he from the BX but he really soft

And he from BK but his guns don't go off

He from cop killer Queens but he still getting robbed

And he from money making but he ain't on his job

Now he from LA but he's scared to bang

And he from Texas but he will do the damn thing

He'd stay in VA but he is scared of the streets

And he's from Chi-a but he's sweet as a peach

I can tell you 'bout the dope fiends and all of that

But I let them tell it 'cause they sell their moms crack

And that ain't gangsta that is wanksta

Went to jail and the homo shanked ya

Don't get caught between my city and the moon

You'll be screaming at night, you loose your life at me to doom

I really hung with BIG, squared off with Pac

Shook hands in the House of Blues before the shit popped

First fought niggaz in the industry and kept it cool

You ain't see me running my mouth in no interviews

And you fools on them DVD's waving tools

No that ain't something that a gangsta do